TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita falls in love with a guy her big brother can't stand, and another cunning diva is out to cause trouble.. Jeff/Lita pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews, oh, sweet reviews! How I love them so! I would like it very much if you'd send me some..
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Jeff and Lita stopped at the top of the ramp, Jeff's music blaring loudly, as the fans cheered and screamed in delight. They smiled as they looked down at Lance Storm who was laid out flat in the middle of the ring, thanks to Jeff's final Swanton Bomb. The two gave the Hardy's Gun signal one more time before stepping through the curtain and entering the back.
Breathing heavily from exertion, Jeff slung his arm around Lita's shoulder, pulling her closer towards him. She smiled brightly as she wrapped her arm around his waist, the two stumbling back to the locker room while attached to each other.
They passed Dawn Marie in the corridor, and she patted Lita on the shoulder. "Good work out there, hun. Loved that moonsault." Lita gave the brunette diva a warm smile as a reply, and kept walking forwards with Jeff still wrapped around her.
Finally they reached Jeff's locker room, and broke free from each other as they entered. Jeff walked into the room first, turning around to face Lita as she entered. His smile was bright and wide, and Lita could see the happiness dancing in his eyes. "Li, that was amazing out there!" He fell back onto the couch with a thud, his arms outstretched and beckoning her to join him. "I don't think I've had such a great match in a long time."
The redhead bit her lip as she made her way over to the couch, snuggling up besides Jeff and resting her head on his chest. "It was a great match. Lance played fair, for once, and he did a good job. But you were just too good for him."
Jeff stroked Lita's hair gently, and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Only because I had you out there with me. If it wasn't for that hurricanrana you gave him, I wouldn't have been able to pull off the swanton."
She shrugged slightly, looking up to Jeff and smirking modestly. "I didn't help that much..."
"You always help me. Whether you're out there with me, or back here watching me on a monitor. Knowing that you're here, supporting me in whatever way, always helps me." Jeff hugged Lita tightly, happy for this moment they were allowed to spend together. As a couple.
It had been hard for him out there. Once the match was over, he had to use all of his willpower to stop himself from wrapping Lita up in a hug and kissing her. Instead, he had given her a high - 5, and that was all. God, how he wanted to just be able to show everyone how much he loved her...
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" Lita asked, looking up at Jeff. "I think a bit of celebrating is in order, after all."
"You're such a party animal. Has anyone ever told you that before?"
She smiled at him playfully. "Once or twice."
Almost involuntarily, Jeff placed a dozen kisses on her face. Gently, softly kissing her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips... This woman was amazing, and he loved her. And for some strange reason that he had yet to understand, she loved him as well. She was with him, and he couldn't hide his happiness. "What do you say to a night out dancing?" He offered.
Lita's eyes lit up, and she sat up straight, smiling desperately at Jeff. "Oh, yes please! Please Jeff, take me dancing! Please!"
"You're adorable." He paused, taking in her beauty as she looked at him. "Alright, dancing it is."
She squealed happily, and cupped his face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on his lips before standing up. "I'm just going to have a shower and get changed, okay? You clean yourself up too while I'm gone, and then we can go and dance the night away!" Lita exited the locker room, grabbing her gym bag and swinging her hips suggestively.
The redheaded diva walked down the corridor happily, humming away to herself as she made her way towards the diva's dressing room, where she could have a shower. Tonight had consisted of a great win, and was now going to continue with dancing! Could her night get any better? She kept humming as she opened the door to the diva's dressing room, and made her way towards the showers. The room was empty, the other divas obviously out doing something else at the time.
She set her gym bag down on a bench, pulling out her towel. Smiling slightly to herself, she began to wriggle out of her baggy pants, when a voice spoke from behind her. "Great match Lita."
Lita ceased undressing, and pulled her pants back up to sit on her hips. She turned around to face the voice that addressed her. "Thanks Trish." Lita continued to watch as Trish made her way closer to her, a huge smile plastered onto her face. Why was Trish congratulating her? And why was she smiling at her? It looked - disturbing.
"That moonsault you gave to Storm was really excellent. One of the best I've seen you do. And Jeff's swanton was absolutely --"
"Trish, I'm sorry to sound rude but I'm really in a bit of rush. So if we could cut the small talk... what do you want?"
The fake smile immediately slipped off Trish's face at Lita's words, and it was replaced by a small frown forming on the blonde diva's pretty face. "Are you and Jeff together?"
Lita hesitated, taken aback by Trish's straight-out question. Her pulse quickened, and her heart beat loud and fast in her chest at the notion that her and Jeff had been found out. The idea that people could have seen them or suspected something. Good Lord, if Trish Stratus suspected, what did her brother think?
Slowly, Lita found her words. "What? Trish, I don't know what you're talking about. You know that me and Jeff are best friends. Nothing more. The whole company knows that."
"Oh, don't bullshit me, Red." Trish spat, pointing viciously at Lita, the fake smiles and compliments completely gone now. "I saw you with Jeff! Just before your match, in his locker room. I saw you kiss him with my own two eyes!! So don't try and deny it."
Lita felt her stomach drop, and her heart pounded so hard she thought it would explode. No, she tried to calm herself down, this wasn't going to be a problem. Trish wasn't one of her closest friends, but surely the woman had some sense of compassion within her? If Lita tried to explain why her and Jeff had been keeping their relationship a secret, surely Trish would understand? Surely she would agree not say anything?
The redhead flipped her hair over her shoulders, and took in a deep breath. "Okay. I won't deny it. Jeff and I are together. We have been for about two weeks now."
Trish frowned deeper, spite lining her features. "Why are you guys sneaking around? Why all the secrecy?" The blonde canadian knew very well that Lita and Jeff were keeping their relationship a secret due to Kurt Angle, but she wanted to hear Lita admit it. Wanted to hear her say it for herself.
"Because we have to." Lita sat down on the bench beside her, suddenly feeling morose and tired. "If Kurt ever found out..." She looked up at Trish, hope glimmering in her eyes. "Trish, you have to promise me you won't say anything to Kurt. Please. He can't know."
Slowly, a smirk crept on to Trish's face. She scratched her head casually, and glanced back over at the other diva sitting on the couch. "I promise I won't say anything to Kurt."
Lita's let out a breath, and felt her pulse rate slow down. "Oh, thank God. Thank you Trish. I'm sorry to put you in this position but --"
"There is one condition though, Lita."
Lita paused, a brow arching at the blonde's comment. She heard something in Trish's voice that didn't make her feel very safe, or comfortable. Something that made her think that she didn't want to hear what she was about to say next. "What's that?"
Trish stood in front of Lita, her hands on her hips and her calculating eyes focused on the redhead. The smirk that played on her lips grew larger as she spoke. "I won't say anything to Kurt, as long as you leave Jeff."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita falls in love with a guy her big brother can't stand, and another cunning diva is out to cause trouble.. Jeff/Lita pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews, oh, sweet reviews! How I love them so! I would like it very much if you'd send me some..
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Jeff and Lita stopped at the top of the ramp, Jeff's music blaring loudly, as the fans cheered and screamed in delight. They smiled as they looked down at Lance Storm who was laid out flat in the middle of the ring, thanks to Jeff's final Swanton Bomb. The two gave the Hardy's Gun signal one more time before stepping through the curtain and entering the back.
Breathing heavily from exertion, Jeff slung his arm around Lita's shoulder, pulling her closer towards him. She smiled brightly as she wrapped her arm around his waist, the two stumbling back to the locker room while attached to each other.
They passed Dawn Marie in the corridor, and she patted Lita on the shoulder. "Good work out there, hun. Loved that moonsault." Lita gave the brunette diva a warm smile as a reply, and kept walking forwards with Jeff still wrapped around her.
Finally they reached Jeff's locker room, and broke free from each other as they entered. Jeff walked into the room first, turning around to face Lita as she entered. His smile was bright and wide, and Lita could see the happiness dancing in his eyes. "Li, that was amazing out there!" He fell back onto the couch with a thud, his arms outstretched and beckoning her to join him. "I don't think I've had such a great match in a long time."
The redhead bit her lip as she made her way over to the couch, snuggling up besides Jeff and resting her head on his chest. "It was a great match. Lance played fair, for once, and he did a good job. But you were just too good for him."
Jeff stroked Lita's hair gently, and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Only because I had you out there with me. If it wasn't for that hurricanrana you gave him, I wouldn't have been able to pull off the swanton."
She shrugged slightly, looking up to Jeff and smirking modestly. "I didn't help that much..."
"You always help me. Whether you're out there with me, or back here watching me on a monitor. Knowing that you're here, supporting me in whatever way, always helps me." Jeff hugged Lita tightly, happy for this moment they were allowed to spend together. As a couple.
It had been hard for him out there. Once the match was over, he had to use all of his willpower to stop himself from wrapping Lita up in a hug and kissing her. Instead, he had given her a high - 5, and that was all. God, how he wanted to just be able to show everyone how much he loved her...
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" Lita asked, looking up at Jeff. "I think a bit of celebrating is in order, after all."
"You're such a party animal. Has anyone ever told you that before?"
She smiled at him playfully. "Once or twice."
Almost involuntarily, Jeff placed a dozen kisses on her face. Gently, softly kissing her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips... This woman was amazing, and he loved her. And for some strange reason that he had yet to understand, she loved him as well. She was with him, and he couldn't hide his happiness. "What do you say to a night out dancing?" He offered.
Lita's eyes lit up, and she sat up straight, smiling desperately at Jeff. "Oh, yes please! Please Jeff, take me dancing! Please!"
"You're adorable." He paused, taking in her beauty as she looked at him. "Alright, dancing it is."
She squealed happily, and cupped his face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on his lips before standing up. "I'm just going to have a shower and get changed, okay? You clean yourself up too while I'm gone, and then we can go and dance the night away!" Lita exited the locker room, grabbing her gym bag and swinging her hips suggestively.
The redheaded diva walked down the corridor happily, humming away to herself as she made her way towards the diva's dressing room, where she could have a shower. Tonight had consisted of a great win, and was now going to continue with dancing! Could her night get any better? She kept humming as she opened the door to the diva's dressing room, and made her way towards the showers. The room was empty, the other divas obviously out doing something else at the time.
She set her gym bag down on a bench, pulling out her towel. Smiling slightly to herself, she began to wriggle out of her baggy pants, when a voice spoke from behind her. "Great match Lita."
Lita ceased undressing, and pulled her pants back up to sit on her hips. She turned around to face the voice that addressed her. "Thanks Trish." Lita continued to watch as Trish made her way closer to her, a huge smile plastered onto her face. Why was Trish congratulating her? And why was she smiling at her? It looked - disturbing.
"That moonsault you gave to Storm was really excellent. One of the best I've seen you do. And Jeff's swanton was absolutely --"
"Trish, I'm sorry to sound rude but I'm really in a bit of rush. So if we could cut the small talk... what do you want?"
The fake smile immediately slipped off Trish's face at Lita's words, and it was replaced by a small frown forming on the blonde diva's pretty face. "Are you and Jeff together?"
Lita hesitated, taken aback by Trish's straight-out question. Her pulse quickened, and her heart beat loud and fast in her chest at the notion that her and Jeff had been found out. The idea that people could have seen them or suspected something. Good Lord, if Trish Stratus suspected, what did her brother think?
Slowly, Lita found her words. "What? Trish, I don't know what you're talking about. You know that me and Jeff are best friends. Nothing more. The whole company knows that."
"Oh, don't bullshit me, Red." Trish spat, pointing viciously at Lita, the fake smiles and compliments completely gone now. "I saw you with Jeff! Just before your match, in his locker room. I saw you kiss him with my own two eyes!! So don't try and deny it."
Lita felt her stomach drop, and her heart pounded so hard she thought it would explode. No, she tried to calm herself down, this wasn't going to be a problem. Trish wasn't one of her closest friends, but surely the woman had some sense of compassion within her? If Lita tried to explain why her and Jeff had been keeping their relationship a secret, surely Trish would understand? Surely she would agree not say anything?
The redhead flipped her hair over her shoulders, and took in a deep breath. "Okay. I won't deny it. Jeff and I are together. We have been for about two weeks now."
Trish frowned deeper, spite lining her features. "Why are you guys sneaking around? Why all the secrecy?" The blonde canadian knew very well that Lita and Jeff were keeping their relationship a secret due to Kurt Angle, but she wanted to hear Lita admit it. Wanted to hear her say it for herself.
"Because we have to." Lita sat down on the bench beside her, suddenly feeling morose and tired. "If Kurt ever found out..." She looked up at Trish, hope glimmering in her eyes. "Trish, you have to promise me you won't say anything to Kurt. Please. He can't know."
Slowly, a smirk crept on to Trish's face. She scratched her head casually, and glanced back over at the other diva sitting on the couch. "I promise I won't say anything to Kurt."
Lita's let out a breath, and felt her pulse rate slow down. "Oh, thank God. Thank you Trish. I'm sorry to put you in this position but --"
"There is one condition though, Lita."
Lita paused, a brow arching at the blonde's comment. She heard something in Trish's voice that didn't make her feel very safe, or comfortable. Something that made her think that she didn't want to hear what she was about to say next. "What's that?"
Trish stood in front of Lita, her hands on her hips and her calculating eyes focused on the redhead. The smirk that played on her lips grew larger as she spoke. "I won't say anything to Kurt, as long as you leave Jeff."